Honey, these arms that once held you are ready to fight
It's agonizing to know she'd been so close, yet so unaware of what had transpired on their doorstep. Useless yet again even after her return. Clasping her hands together to retain some sort of control lest she take the names he has given her and storm out into the darkness, Hotaru forces herself to sit and listen. Let him purge the poison verbally before it kills him.
"Magic and duplicity alike can fool the eye like that. Especially during LongNight. But this sounds like an intentional manipulation to destroy your name." It's no mild musing, because it's something Hotaru would do herself if she intended to raze someone's reputation to the ground. At least she can lend her manipulative mind to helping figure out who may be behind it, if Sunjata wishes to pursue that. It's difficult to see him so torn and degraded, and she lays her hand at his knee, forgoing her own emotional state to see to his. Minimal though it may be, she hopes it lends him the strength to continue on where his voice fails. "You can tell me, love."
"Magic and duplicity alike can fool the eye like that. Especially during LongNight. But this sounds like an intentional manipulation to destroy your name." It's no mild musing, because it's something Hotaru would do herself if she intended to raze someone's reputation to the ground. At least she can lend her manipulative mind to helping figure out who may be behind it, if Sunjata wishes to pursue that. It's difficult to see him so torn and degraded, and she lays her hand at his knee, forgoing her own emotional state to see to his. Minimal though it may be, she hopes it lends him the strength to continue on where his voice fails. "You can tell me, love."
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